A David Psalm 5 1Listen, God! Please, pay attention! Can you make sense of these ramblings, 2my groans and cries? King–God, I need your help. 3Every morning you’ll hear me at it again. Every morning I lay out the pieces of my life on your altar and watch for fire to descend. 4You don’t socialize with Wicked, or invite Evil over as your houseguest. 5Hot–Air–Boaster collapses in front of you; you shake your head over Mischief–Maker. 6God destroys Lie–Speaker; Blood–Thirsty and Truth–Bender disgust you. 7And here I am, your invited guest— it’s incredible! I enter your house; here I am, prostrate in your inner sanctum, 8Waiting for directions to get me safely through enemy lines. 9Every word they speak is a land mine; their lungs breathe out poison gas. Their throats are gaping graves, their tongues slick as mudslides. 10Pile on the guilt, God! Let their so–called wisdom wreck them. Kick them out! They’ve had their chance. 11But you’ll welcome us with open arms when we run for cover to you. Let the party last all night! Stand guard over our celebration. 12You are famous, God, for welcoming God–seekers, for decking us out in delight.
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